See You at Christmas

Hello, dear readers.


Today, both my brothers are heading across the country to good ole San Diego. One of my brothers has been in San Diego for almost a year now. However, my other brother will be leaving home for college for the first time. It feels strange to write this, even though we've all been talking about this day for months, discussing packing lists, living essentials, and what clothes to bring.


Part of me is so excited for him. He is ready for this. He has been craving independence in a way that feels familiar-the same I do when I think about getting my own apartment in a few months, wanting my own space and my own schedule. He has worked hard to get here. He deserves every good thing that is waiting for him on the other side of this move. 


But I would be lying if I said it did not sting a little, too. We are not the kind of siblings who text every day or spill our deepest darkest secrets, but he is still my brother. The one with whom I would argue over stupid things. The one who would make sure I always had lunch when we had off from work or school on the same day.The one whose laughter fills the quiet parts of the house. The one who pops his head into my room just to see what I am up to. 


Since he left, the house felt emptier, fewer footsteps in the hallway, fewer doors opening and closing, less laughter that comes out of nowhere. When he left, I told myself I wouldn't cry. I kept to it, at least until my brother gave me one final hug goodbye, and the tears came pouring down my face. I am happy for him. Truly. But I also have to get used to seeing an empty seat at the dinner table until Christmas.


I know he will come back changed in all the ways you do when you are 18 and living far from home. That is a good thing. I just hope he knows that no matter how far he goes, there is always a place for him here. His room. His annoying big sister, who missed him the second he walked out of the front door.


So, see you at Christmas, little brother(s). I am proud of you. Be good. Call your family. Do not forget where you came from, or where you can come back to.


Claudia 🎒✈️🌲




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